It's crazy beautiful outside, and I'm feeling good after an anxious morning.

mondays are always kind of blue.

Saturday was productive at the corcoran.  I shook off a bad-ish mood and printed what I could.  Got a great new version of REST made, and a funny new print of "jesse", or at least her doppelganger.  Same drawing used for new holiday card.  The NAUGHTY dog.

Corcoran has such a strange and unsettling vibe.  No students, a few of us regulars, and deteriorating infrastructure.  All supplies are dried up or used.  Drains clogged, squeegees missing, sponges torn and filthy, inks disappeared, and the drying cabinet FULL of coated screen refugees.  It's all just weird, and feels like a sinking ship.  There is no mom.  Nobody that cares.

I keep thinking I need to find an alternative, but then get stuck.  What to do?  I feel so locked in there.  Comfortable and scared to make any change.

Saturday night celebrating with Bud & Terry at cafe asia all-you-can-eat.  YUMMMMM

Sunday we went to Rockville, which is starting to become a regular thing.  Headline:  Hex's apple pie was well received.  "Crust is maybe even better then Jimmy's"

w o w .